Heather Burns

Troubled Walls - Poem by Heather Burns

Weathered walls began to yell
plaster from the ceiling fell

Crumbled walls began to cry
long after the paint was dry

These walls trembled and shook
no more water in the brook

Needing paint and repair
a comb ran through their hair

When your walls begin to shout
you'll know what I'm writing about.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

this poem is a metaphor. I have added personification. (human traits)

Comments about Troubled Walls by Heather Burns

  • Rookie - 25 Points Phiwe Mbatha (12/1/2013 1:14:00 AM)

    Great work Heather. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 4 Points Nader Baheri (11/29/2013 12:07:00 AM)

    enjoyed it with flowing lines and rhythm.~nb (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,140 Points Musfiq Us Shaleheen (11/28/2013 10:35:00 PM)

    Beautiful poem Heather. When wall begins to shout, we will be with you... thanks for sharing... (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,380 Points Clarence Prince (11/21/2013 1:52:00 PM)

    If my walls should start shouting, I'll know it's time to add new paint! Well done, Heather! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,112 Points Heather Wilkins (11/21/2013 1:05:00 PM)

    dear Poet friends, as we are in our holiday season in my country it finds everyone very busy. Thanksgiving next week then Christmas season begins. will not be on line as much as usual. But I will try to read anc comments as much as possibly. Happy Holiday season to everyone. Heather (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,259 Points Geetha Jayakumar (11/21/2013 2:07:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem Heather. When wall begins to shout, its asking for care. Good write. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,815 Points Paul Brookes (11/20/2013 2:11:00 PM)

    Loved this poem but
    I have to say my walls are sound
    but I'm saving every pound
    you never know when you'll hear the calls
    of your poor dilapidated walls
    On a serious note I guess its not just about walls (sorry about the terrible rhyme) BB: O) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 204 Points Stan Petrovich (11/19/2013 4:31:00 PM)

    My walls say that extraordinary change is coming...our carbon signature is scribbled in black all over them and try as I may, I can do little to change the minds of the third world countries that are going bananas with their fossil fuels. The end is near. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,999 Points Noreen Carden (11/19/2013 12:50:00 PM)

    Well done Heather i have a few of those walls myself great poem (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,165 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (11/18/2013 9:23:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem with nice rhythm. Mend them before they fall apart. Prevention is better than cure. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,014 Points Yasmeen Khan (11/17/2013 12:32:00 PM)

    A great symbolic poem, we should take care of walls before they start crumbling, (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,857 Points Wahab Abdul (11/17/2013 11:02:00 AM)

    wow! a wonderful poem indeed, i hope i know your metaphors..excellent...10 (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,045 Points Dave Walker (11/17/2013 6:39:00 AM)

    When the writing is on the wall we know what we should do, but we don't always do it.
    A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,157 Points Valsa George (11/17/2013 12:10:00 AM)

    We should be able to read the wrting on the wall ! A great metaphor! Enjoyed this rhyming verse! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 39,822 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (11/16/2013 9:21:00 PM)

    so beautiful one can recite it without hitch and in rhythm and as your note wall is symbolised with humanity
    complete poem is awful so brilliant can't be expressed//When your walls begin to shout, you'll know what I'm writing about. A guidance a universal call to guide the humanity I love to recite and memorise this Lovely wonderful 10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 159 Points Laurie X3 (11/16/2013 5:13:00 PM)

    A brilliant depiction of that which is out of our control and a souls struggle living through them! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,248 Points Sallam Yassin (11/16/2013 2:12:00 PM)

    our place dwelt by our grief
    and reproduces that pain and groan in us
    that prospect portrayed well and deep in the poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 16, 2013

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